Friday, September 28, 2007

The Dead Boys

Just a few thoughts - I'll spend more time on this game later. Ah, fuck it, no I won't. I'm too goddamned numb. All the troops in the Township are putting on brave faces, talking about making history, win one at a time, blah blah blah. And maybe that's what we're all supposed to say, but I can't bring myself to do it. The Mets have been so completely outclassed physically and mentally in this stretch, that even winning tomorrow night's game would rank as a massive upset, let alone making the playoffs.

I simply am not smart enough or talented enough to put adequate words to my utter disappointment with these Mets. It would be one thing if they'd played these games close and lost heartbreakers because of bad luck or quirky bounces. But they have simply not deserved to win any of the games they've lost. Stupid plays, indifferent fielding, and godawful pitching have overcome any spark provided by their prolific bats - and the fact that they've scored 34 runs in the last eight games is the lone bright spot, despite it being just two more than the Nats scored last fucking series. The Mets deserve to be eliminated, plain and simple. And that is just abjectly painful to admit.

Misery Loves Company

First two, and now four avid baseball fans torture themselves by closely observing their favorite major league squads. Follow along as the Red Sox, Yankees, Mets and Phillies inflict pain and suffering on a daily basis, soothed only by great beer and rock 'n' roll. (The pain and suffering has been doled out in largely disproportionate measure since 2004.)